A Shot and A Beer
Copyright 2014 Matt Cairone
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John sat down. The bartender pushed a shot of whiskey and a draft in front of him. The Puerto Rican raised his shot glass. John did too. As they toasted, a shot rang from the door. The bullet missed its target, and plunged into John’s neck. The shot glass dropped, in slow motion. The whiskey slipped out of the glass, cascading. John fell forward onto the bar, and blood spouted from the hole. When everyone got off the floor, the doorway was empty and John was dead.
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